Towards the end of my life,
I churn out the cherished desires,
Unmet, and want to give them
A try so that hopes can drag me,
And failures won’t affect me,
As the death leaves no memory.
I have no faith that these desires
Will stick to my soul departing
And compel it to be reborn
To gratify the desires stuck.
No memory after death
Is the bliss each life has got.
07.03.2014
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